For as long as she could remember Motoko had been afraid of sex. She found male genitals so frightening that even turtles scared her simply because they reminded her of the time she had accidentally seen her beloved older sister having sex with her husband.
Then Keitaro showed up. Keitaro Urashima. A dorky perverted manager who seemed to trip over his own feet if left to alone for five minutes. It was honestly quite ridiculous just how clumsy and unlucky he was. Not a single day went by where he didn’t end up falling into one of the resident’s cleavage, walking in on someone changing clothes or otherwise do something perverted.
The worst part was that Motoko honestly couldn’t see it being done on purpose, not after she had gotten to know him some more. He was something of an idiot yes, clueless about how to deal with women and with an uncanny talent for getting into trouble. But he wasn’t <i>that</i> sort of pervert. It was almost like some higher power beyond this world had decreed that he had to end up in trouble with every girl he met.
Other than that, he was kind to a fault, always trying to be helpful even when he had no clue how to do so. A foolish worrywart of sorts. He was hard working even if he kept screwing up, and that was at least something Motoko could respect. And she guessed that he was at last somewhat attractive if he actually put some work into his appearance.
Needless to say that her feelings about him were complicated. Note the past tense: Were. They were getting pretty simple now that she had his big hard dick in her mouth. For that matter her feelings of jealousy towards Naru for apparently being the one he was most interested in - well, those feelings were getting pretty simple too. In point of fact all of her thinking and feeling were getting really, really simple.
By sheer coincidence her hair was also turning lighter and lighter in colour. It was hard to believe at all that she was actually a brunette at this point, and the change in her flowing nearly blonde locks was so radiant and transformative that virtually nobody who knew her would have a chance to recognise her.
"Mmm, yeah!" Keitaro grunted. The manly hunk that used to be a dorky manager put his hands behind his head and smiled up at the sky. "Naru, I think Motoko might have you beat in the blowjob department."
"Nuh uh!" Naru protested. “There is no way she could beat me! Not as like, a total beginner!”
One thing that hadn't changed at all in Motoko's outlook was her competitiveness. As such, on hearing Naru's words she, like, immediately started deep throating Keitaro drawing his massive dick as far down her throat as she could manage. Ah! Her gag reflex was gone as well!
"Hey, hey! That's no good!" Naru protested. The full blown bimbo grabbed onto the sides of Motoko's head and then began to rub her breasts up against the back of the not yet but very nearly almost bimbo's head. It was perhaps meant to be an attempt at stopping her, but all it did was to smother most of her face between these oversized tits.
Not that the size was the only thing special about them, just like every other part of the bimbofied girl, it was a work of perverted perfection. Soft and yielding, yet firm and bouncy. Being surrounded by so much of Naru’s soft titflesh was making Motoko feel tingly in an entirely new way, not to mention her brain was starting to feel even emptier. Almost like her intelligence was being sucked out of her head and right into these giant funbags.
... But still... A part of Motoko was refusing to accept this.
Her friends were acting weird. Bubbly and sexy (and fun!) and sort of airheaded. Naru would never go along with this sort of thing normally, and Keitaro would be a blushing wreck normally.
It took her quite some time to complete this train of thought, what with the gigantic dick currently situated deeply within her throat. Never mind the fact that her mouth and throat were starting to feel.. odd.. like really good, almost as if Keitaro’s dick weren’t in her mouth, but in her pussy.
It was her training that was doing it. Her training was screaming at her that something was wrong. That a supernatural thing was trying to influence her. Eating away at her thoughts, trying to make her overlook it by distracting her with a big, hard, yummy cock. Mm, so yummy! So big and hard and it fit perfectly in her mouth as if they were made for each other.
Motoko tried to push away. Then remembered that Naru was behind her pushing her breasts into the back of Motoko's head. Oh! This was bad. Or maybe it was good? The boy she kind of liked was showering compliments on her and she was sharing this experience with a close friend - no, that's wrong. That wasn't her. That wasn't how she thought. But by this point she was barely able to hold onto that kind of thinking, barely able to keep it coherent. She was being tempted with something that she kind of wanted for a long time but had been pretending even to herself that she had not. Worse yet a weird pressure was building up and up in the pit of her stomach and it felt like if she let it build up too much then she would lose something very important. But she couldn't hold on for much longer!
"Oh my, is that a wet t-shirt contest over there?"
"Where!" Keitaro and Naru both gasped, turning their attention away from Motoko. She slid off Keitaro's dick and slumped to the floor ass up in the air, smiling like an idiot. “Seconds pleaaasee..” Motoko slurred, her tongue hanging out a little as she remembered the sensation of Keitaro’s dick filling her throat, dominating her body and mind with its sheer size and virility. Oh, she wanted another round, suck on it until neither of them could think anymore.
"There there, it's alright," an unfamiliar and motherly voice said. A woman in a weird setup picked her up. Teehee, what an ugly outfit! It covered absolutely everything, and the hat even surrounded her entire head with a clear plastic window over her face. "My name is Mikuru Asahina. Oh, let's get you out of here first."
Motoko's head slipped back and she saw that Naru and Keitaro were looking for that wet t-shirt looking contest. With Naru on her hands and knees while Keitaro fucked her from behind. She reached out a hand towards them - then everything went white and she was in a much less cool looking room with white everywhere and people walking around wearing the same gastly costume. Gosh did these people have, like, no fashion sense?
"Um... You're not quite gone full bimbo yet..." Mikuru said. "A few seconds longer and you might have gone all the way."
"I wanna go all the way!" Motoko whined.
"There there, I know," Mikuru sighed. "Sorry about this but we only saved you from full bimbofication so we could see the process complete in laboratory conditions. Um, we'll make sure to turn you back to normal once we've perfected the antidote."
A number of similar dressed people moved closer and started placing alien looking devices on the ground around them. Then one of them moved a little closer towards her and threw something in her direction. Motoko blinked, but managed to catch the object with a surprising amount of agility considering her recent experience.
It turned out to be a huge dildo with little nubs all over it. It had two heads, so that it could be placed both in the pussy and the ass at the same time. Oh, now this was some great service! She could forgive being taken away from the best thing ever for now since they had given her such an awesome gift.
“Miss Aoyama, while you may not care in your current state of mind, I am obligated by current time-travel law to inform you as to the reason for your temporal displacement. Due to an anomaly which did not exist within the current timeline originally, a change to the past, that is your present was made. By which I of course mean your current state of becoming a Bimbo and the highly infectious Bimbo plague that is currently starting to spread throughout Japan.” She paused as if she were waiting for questions, but Motoko was busy inserting the sex toy she had been given.
“Fortunately the problem has so far remained a local anomaly in your present, but the temporal waves have begun to affect our present, that is your future.” She frowned. “Due to this, we have been given permission by the government to break temporal law and interfere directly to bring things back as close to the original timeline α as possible. For this purpose we have given you this current and up to date dildo which should stimulate your brain into a frenzy of orgasms so as to allow us to see exactly how the final part of bimbofication works.”
Alright. Time travel was actually something Motoko had been trained in, believe it or not. You'd be surprised how often a demonic spirit gets the bright idea in its head to try changing the past to suit its own plans. And they always, <i>always</i> taunt you about it and give a detailed speech about which point in time they want to change exactly.
Anyway, the point was that all of this made perfect sense to her nearly bimbo mind. Something had happened to change the timeline and they needed her help to change it back.
"Wait, you only want to use me as a hamster!"
"Guinea pig," Mikuru corrected.
"Yes, those things!" Motoko said. She caught herself playing with a strand of hair and slapped the hand away. "Some people think they're cute, but not me! Scary little rodents - Stop trying to distract me by changing the subject."
"We're really sorry about this Motoko, but there is a very good reason that we have to do this."
"And what might that be?"
"Classified information."
“Oh you littleeeehhhh!” Even as she was complaining, her free hand had continued trying to stick the dildo into her pussy and ass. And as soon as it succeed in doing so, the item suddenly started vibrating with enough force to make her body shake and her quickly growing tits jiggle like jello. “Whaaat theee?! oooh my gooood! Ohhhh!” Regardless of anything else, this sex toy was exactly as good as the woman from the future had said, perhaps even better.
Because she had started to cum repeatedly only a few moments after the thing turned on.
Yeah, looking back she was starting to understand exactly why her sister had lost herself so easily to this kind of experience. Amazing the kind of things that'll get you over your phobias, isn't it?
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Left to their own devices it would have taken Keitaro and Naru quite a while to notice that Motoko was gone. Bimbos are easily distracted like that. Especially when there's another bimbo around to fuck.
"Aw, the contest must have ended already." Naru pouted and leaned back into her man. "Oh well! Maybe we can, like, get one of our own set up?"
"Sounds awesome babe. I'll judge!" Keitaro said. The two of them then giggled mindlessly. Such scintillating conversationalists, aren't they?
While the two of them resumed their enthusiastic copulation, neither one of them noticed as yet another time traveller appeared out of nowhere. While he was wearing the same kind of gear as Mikuru, the overall attitude this gentleman put out was rather more... Cocky. Arrogant. Dismissive. Introducing a boy named Fujiwara.
"Hey, you two idiots over there," he said. "Whew. Not gonna lie. I can see the appeal already. Anyway, now that ditz has taken your friend away, it's time for me to introduce you to a couple of <i>her</I> friends. That Haruhi bitch will be a lot easier to talk into changing the universe if she becomes obsessed with sex, don't you think?"
- Motoko is bimbofied and used as a guinea pig
- Fujiwara drops Naru and Keitaro right into the SOS Brigade clubroom.
- What's going on with the rest of Hinata dorms?
- Back to Nabiki, causing even more trouble.
- Something else
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